KAISEL
So, you wanna start a war?
Bang, shots fired
Bang, shots fired
"Gods, I know," Kaisel grinned, already planning out various scenarios. He could do it when Koa was getting all cozy and comfy in bed. Or—ooh—during a meeting, and pants him in front of all the important commanders. Maybe play the long game and move things around his house every day, enough to make Koa think he was haunted and slowly losing his mind. Too much potential. Far too much.
"I will spare no detail of our sweet victory. DREAM TEAM!" He laughed, deep and genuine, the kind of laugh that warmed his ribs from the inside out. Comfort wrapped around him in the shape of her hair, and he let himself sink into it.
For a second, he didn’t speak. His head tilted a little more toward hers, gaze flicking down in an attempt to see her without pulling away. It struck him then—how easily this moment settled into place. How it felt to be needed without question, to be wanted for who he was. A simple closeness. Uncomplicated. Flora's theatrics pulled him back, and he turned his head more towards her to see her better. He counted along on his fingers as she rattled off the rings and their powers in the same manner a crazy cat lady would name all her precious little babies. He was nearly out of fingers when she paused, displaying one in particular. He turned a bit more on the seat to see it better, as if it was something truly breathtaking.
This one’s just really shiny.
Kaisel could only stare for a moment, unsure if she’d just played him, or if he’d done it to himself. His dumbfounded expression cracked into a grin, then a full-on belly laugh. "You’re just a crow!" he shouted, spearing the air above him with the hand that had been on hers. It fell with a small slap onto his forehead as he covered his continued laughter. "Flo-Crow." he dubbed her, and cawed a few times into the bar before settling down a bit better.
"Hmm, oh me? Yeah, I’d definitely call these—" Without warning, he slid out from under her, pivoting so he was above and facing her, one arm snaking out to cradle the back of her head so she didn’t thunk it on the seat. The other curled in a dramatic bicep flex. "Secret relics of doom!" he declared, then pursed his lips and traced his jawline with a finger as he struck the mewing pose for additional ridiculous flair. Suddenly the performance faded as real brightness bloomed across his face.
"Wait. I’ve got an idea!" He leaned forward towards her, grabbing at her shoulders, eyes alight with mischief. "With all your crow charms, we could pull some dope pranks around here." He leaned back, half-standing, half-kneeling on the bench beside her as he began to plot. "Like, we could put dye in Hadama’s shampoo. Turn his hair bright red."
"I will spare no detail of our sweet victory. DREAM TEAM!" He laughed, deep and genuine, the kind of laugh that warmed his ribs from the inside out. Comfort wrapped around him in the shape of her hair, and he let himself sink into it.
For a second, he didn’t speak. His head tilted a little more toward hers, gaze flicking down in an attempt to see her without pulling away. It struck him then—how easily this moment settled into place. How it felt to be needed without question, to be wanted for who he was. A simple closeness. Uncomplicated. Flora's theatrics pulled him back, and he turned his head more towards her to see her better. He counted along on his fingers as she rattled off the rings and their powers in the same manner a crazy cat lady would name all her precious little babies. He was nearly out of fingers when she paused, displaying one in particular. He turned a bit more on the seat to see it better, as if it was something truly breathtaking.
This one’s just really shiny.
Kaisel could only stare for a moment, unsure if she’d just played him, or if he’d done it to himself. His dumbfounded expression cracked into a grin, then a full-on belly laugh. "You’re just a crow!" he shouted, spearing the air above him with the hand that had been on hers. It fell with a small slap onto his forehead as he covered his continued laughter. "Flo-Crow." he dubbed her, and cawed a few times into the bar before settling down a bit better.
"Hmm, oh me? Yeah, I’d definitely call these—" Without warning, he slid out from under her, pivoting so he was above and facing her, one arm snaking out to cradle the back of her head so she didn’t thunk it on the seat. The other curled in a dramatic bicep flex. "Secret relics of doom!" he declared, then pursed his lips and traced his jawline with a finger as he struck the mewing pose for additional ridiculous flair. Suddenly the performance faded as real brightness bloomed across his face.
"Wait. I’ve got an idea!" He leaned forward towards her, grabbing at her shoulders, eyes alight with mischief. "With all your crow charms, we could pull some dope pranks around here." He leaned back, half-standing, half-kneeling on the bench beside her as he began to plot. "Like, we could put dye in Hadama’s shampoo. Turn his hair bright red."
Pain is what you desire
So, you wanna be immortal?
So, you wanna be immortal?
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
